Knives

Knives.

My heart is full of knives.

Piercing cracks in a broken heart

As I feel the shades of gray

The overwhelming feeling of death

That befalls upon my brain

Chips of heart fall deep into a pit

And await the flood of tears

To wash them away from their hell

Where no one can hide their fears

The fear of losing that one person

That you shared all your secrets to

The fear of losing that friendship

It was what kept you together, your glue

And soon you find yourself moving forward

The direction you thought you couldn't bare

Looking for your hearts pieces 

That you didn't give away or share

But your search turns up like gold

In flakes that seem so small

But deep down you know that

You already gave someone else your all

Reviews

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Nostalgic and harrowing I find this ink. It's flow is easy to be carried away with like the deeper motions inside, and the way you have with words reaches beneath it all and pulls one along. Thank you for your work and the words we sometimes cannot express, but as in such you did find a way to.

[Lily Mae]

Heart breaking.. torn between what was and what is..xo